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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
My misty morning walk on the York City Walls offered many splendid sights, including this spider web dripping with dewy jewels. Passers by must have wondered as I took picture after picture, trying to capture the sparkle of light on the jeweled webs. Even better in the large size.
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“I remember a clear morning in the Ninth Month when it had been raining all night. Despite the bright sun, dew was still dripping from the chrysanthemums in the garden. On the bamboo fences and criss-cross hedges I saw tatters of spider webs; and where the threads were broken, the raindrops hung on them like strings of white pearls. I was greatly moved and delighted…. Later I described to people how beautiful it all was. What most impressed me was that they were not at all impressed.”
Sei Shonagon, The Pillow Book, 1002
(Yes, that date is correct... amazing when you think about what we were doing in the western world in 1002! Sei's experience as a lady in waiting at the high court of Japan was unusual, but the reaction to her enthusiasm over a dew-drenched spider web would probably still be pretty typical today.)
Hidden in the tall grass is the web of deceit....don't get caught !!!!
If you look closely into the center of the WEB you will find that Mr. Spider is indeed home....just waiting for a meal to arrive.
Pushing on that trigger is like pulling magic into my very soul...Darrell.
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Explored Aug. 15 2022.
Feeling kind of uninspired lately :/ But I'm going to the beach tomorrow, hopefully that will help :)
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
-Pablo Picasso-